My Old Friend
Roland Carter was just like any old man.
Roland helped me remember I can.
I was troubled and he came
He even showed up for my game
Time was short but he taught me well
I knew that it was my time to accel
Roland taught the importance of laughter
An influence that will last hereafter
Speaking by example was his theme
One year went by just like dream
Roland got his wings to fly
I remember him now as the days go by
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